You expect a response.
And I thought I had to give one.
Instead I do nothing.
Waves of peace lap at my toes,
Spreading their cool relief through me.
I need do nothing.
A mind's worth of fears
Of dark consequences
Stipple their way across my eyes.
Still, I do nothing.
No search can unearth
The treasured pleasure of knowing
I need do nothing.
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